Yesterday I was feeling negative and confused about adoption.
I had a few lovely, supportive comments from the blogosphere which helped and I also went out with a group of amazing friends who have children.
I asked one what his children meant to him and what had they brought to his life and he ended up in tears. It was unexplainable. I felt terrible as we were in a bar … but he had been drinking for a few hours after watching the football!
I realise that it’s not about positive adoption, it’s about positive family. No matter if birth or otherwise, the joys are the same.
I’m feeling slightly naive but then I’m learning a lot at the moment so don’t want to be too harsh on myself. The differences in children who’ve lived with trauma and then adoption seem vast. Im realising that trauma exists within birth families too, it’s just that adoption makes you focus on the issues and the books I’m reading are just picking those issues and the impacts. I should know, I’ve experienced enough of those traumas myself but I had a birth family upbringing.
Looking forward to seeing our nephews today who are 18 and 12 months old then going to register our interest on Monday. Eeeek!